Bughead Oneshots x Smut

"But it seemed you were rather...occupied."**

'Today is a glorious day.'

Betty decides as she glances out the large glass window of the coffee shop she's currently sitting in. The coffee shop's name, Riverside Cafe, is ironically an extremely fitting name considering its breathtaking view of the bank of the Hudson River. On a day such as this, one can see all the way across the river where she thinks she can see an old man fishing. Since the arrival of spring in the last month, the air has been feeling warmer, and the sun has started to glow even brighter. The birds are appearing even more frequently, singing their sweet melodies, and Betty is certainly loving it.

Spring was absolutely Betty's favourite time of year. She greatly enjoyed the bright colours and the sunshine that came along with the particular season. Also, it was a great time of year for picnics, bicycle rides, and gardening, and Betty would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy any of those activities. And although Betty enjoyed spring and everything that came along with it, today was not her day.

One of the reasons she was in a bad mood was because of her mother. This morning, Alice had called her, first complaining about her job and then moving on to the subject of her appearance or something that no doubt made her dig her nails into her palms. But, what her mother said next certainly left her surprised.

"I'm coming to check in on you today."  Alice sighed through the phone, "You better be home from that stupid coffee shop by the time I get there, Elizabeth. I hope you're not drinking one of those sugary drinks I see all over the internet. They're bad for your complexion and your body. I mean, that would explain the extra weight you gained, you're looking a little chubby these days." Betty's fists clenched harder. She stayed silent, afraid that if she opened her mouth she would say something that would get her another scolding from her mother, one that she didn't need. There was a moment's pause before Alice sighed again, "Anyways, I'll see you later."

That conversation was just the beginning of her bad day. With her mother on her mind, she walked into her workspace, greeting her coworkers as she passed them. Betty carried her travel mug full of hot coffee in her right hand and her laptop in her left. She wore her casual work attire, a long pencil skirt and blouse combo with her black Mary Jane heels. Although she loved her job, she didn't like the outfits one bit. She wished that she could come to work in just her black sweatpants and her old Riverdale High sweater. It would be so much easier but no, she had to wear these boring ass business clothes and today, she never thought she hated a piece of clothing more in her life.

She had a big rip down the side of her skirt after getting it cut on a tree branch while walking to work. It was so bad, she doubted even Martha Stewart could fix it. When she got into her work building, she quickly ran into her secluded office after sending her usual greetings in a hurry, where she pinched her skirt together with a few safety pins from the bottom of her purse. She quietly thanks whatever superior being is up there for all the random shit she puts in her purse. With her predicament resolved, she thought that was the end of her bad luck, but it only got worse.

On her lunch break, she went to the same coffee shop she is currently sitting in, her personal favourite, the one she has been visiting for years. Betty discovered it shortly after she finished her interview for her current job with the New York Times. She was roaming the streets with nerves frazzling through her body, making her jittery, so she decided to stop for some caffeine on her way home. To say the coffee and the customer service were amazing would be an understatement, so it didn't take long for her to become a regular at the cafe. So, when she went to grab a salad for her lunch (the exact same one Betty got every time she went to the cafe for her break), she was surprised when her order was spilled all over her. At first, she thought that it was just an accident, but when the employee neither apologized nor offered help and instead gave her a knowing smirk, she knew it was on purpose.